Deep Gamble
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The flame flickered as the wind breezed inside the open window. The dark sky was pitch black but decorated with the full moon and tiny speckles that were stars. The room was oddly silent, the scent of medicine and herbs filling the room. Two forms occupied the room; one was a woman while the other a man.
The man had his shirt off and had his back turned to the woman he was with. You - the woman - were standing behind him, a wet towel in your hands. The two of you were in a grand bedroom, the room only lit with that one tiny oil lamp.
You slowly and carefully wiped his back with the wet towel, an unreadable expression on your face. The immense amount of blood that oozed out of his body did not deter you a bit. You merely wiped and washed it away without question. When you were done cleaning his wounds, you grabbed a tiny vial with a green-hued liquid inside it. Without further ado, you poured some in your hands and carefully wiped it on his wounds. He flinched a bit from the pain, but eased once he was used to the pain. When you were done, you quickly but carefully wrapped a bandage around his torso. With that done, you took your stuff to throw or put them away. He simply and silently wore his shirt, buttoning it all up.
“I’m sure your wounds will be healed for two days at the most,” you softly told him as you washed your hands with the faucet water from the washroom adjoined to the room. “I suggest you don’t do anything drastic in the meantime.”
There was no reply from him, much to your anticipation. You pursed your lips at this, wiping your hands with a cloth. You went back to the room and found him still sitting on the bed. You could only watch him with sad eyes, silently approaching him. Sitting beside him, you leaned on his side, careful not to touch his wounds. You noticed that his right hand was still purple, probably from using Dark Spear, you assumed. You pulled his hand with yours, wrapping your fingers around it.
“You really need to stop pushing yourself,” you whispered softly, knowing fully well that he was listening. “However strong you are, you are still human.”
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
“I know.”
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“You should keep your distance away from him.”
Gejutel had a stern expression on his face as he sat cross-legged on the couch across from you. The tea he was served with remained untouched on the coffee table, steam coming out of the beautiful cup.
You avoided meeting the Landegre elder’s eyes as you daintily took a sip of your tea. For a moment, you could only hum in approval at the sweet taste of the milk tea you were drinking. It was rather soothing.
“[Name].”
“I am listening.”